This story reminds me of the time I worked with a Man from Ghana. I can't reallyt be sure of what his name, at least so far as I would understand a name, was. He told everyone to call him "Nana". Think Batman, not Grandma.

Well, as it turns out, one day I called him Mr. Nana. I was being kind of sarcastic, he was getting on my nerves. He told me that I didn't have to call him Mr. because I was already calling him "Nana". I can't remember what the equivalent term he gave me in English to describe it was, something like "Lord" or "Prince".

I called him "Mister M - i - S - T - E - R Mister" a lot after that. And yes, I am a stinker.